Time seemed to have stopped, and space had condensed. "Are you calling me?"
She nodded.
Ouyang Ye smiled.
She finally called her by the right name, and she deserved his five years of true companionship.
He stretched out his hand toward her, "Let's go, Aye will take you out."
Those bony hands stretched out and hugged him tightly under Ouyang Ye's stunned look, "It's dark here."
"I'm scared!"
The man's long figure was elongated, and his heart had been cold for a long time. There were few people who could make him throb. The woman holding him now could give him a little peace of mind.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Ouyang Ye deeply hugged the woman in his arms, feeling filled with joy and sorrow in his heart.
…
The servants in the castle couldn't believe it. They watched their male master lead the wife out of the room, and they walked hand in hand in the sunshine.
In the garden, she picked a chrysanthemum and gave it to him. He smiled, pinned the flower bone to her dark hair, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Thin body, wary eyes, but very beautiful.
…
Another day, he was working in the study, and she couldn't find him, so she searched throughout the house, "Aye, Aye..."
She was barefoot and had even forgotten to wear slippers. She was wearing a white cotton pajamas. She looked natural and pure. Her eyes lost focus and she looked restless. The servants in the house were afraid that she would get sick again. Several people looked at each other.
After watching her, I wanted to take her back to the dark room.
In the past few years, Jinse has been in and out of sobriety and illness. The most serious one was when she almost killed someone with a knife. The servants were already frightened by her appearance at that time and did not dare to act rashly again.
"Madam, my husband is at work. Can you go to the room and wait for her first?"
Those people gradually approached her. She shook her head like a rattle and stepped back, "No, I want to find A Ye."
She's a psycho and doesn't know what her husband likes about her.
Someone coaxed softly, "Madam, be obedient, otherwise your husband will not like you."
"Who told you I wouldn't like her?" A cold voice came from behind.
The servant's expression changed, and his face was covered with sweat. He kept wiping it, "Sir, I'm just trying to coax my wife. She might get sick if she's like this."
Ouyang Ye's expression was not very good, "Do you usually take care of her like this?"
After playing, several servants looked at each other and immediately looked at each other.
After Su Jinse saw Ouyang Ye, she threw herself into his arms and said, "Aye, I found you."
Ouyang Ye's eyes suddenly softened, and he reached out to touch her head, "Well, you found me."
In the study, he was sitting on the sofa working. She curled up and rested on Ouyang Ye's lap, like a child. When he covered himself with a blanket and leaned over to kiss her lips, she raised her arms and put them around his.
neck……
…
In the kitchen, he was chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife, because while she was eating, she looked at the dishes on the table and tilted her head and asked him, "Aye, can you cook too?"
He nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
So he started reading the recipes and cooking for her.
Hearing her scream in the living room, he quickly put down the kitchen knife and accidentally cut his finger, blood oozing out. She raised his finger and put it in her mouth, sucking slowly, looking at him with painful and warm eyes...
At night, she lay quietly on the bed, sleeping like a child. Ouyang Ye's fingers fell on her hair and kissed her gently. She suddenly turned over and leaned into his chest, placing her cold hands on his chest.
, rub it back and forth.
Ouyang Ye's voice was hoarse, "Jinse..."
She is completely dependent on him physically and mentally, and he cannot leave her.
Who knew that Su Jinse was like this because he had driven her to a dead end.
No one knows whether he was strategizing in that carefully planned car accident, whether he was seeking revenge or had a deeper meaning. If it was the former, then it would be better if she really died in that car accident, but he not only
Take her away and keep her name anonymous. Su Jinse is dead, but his wife Ouyang is alive.
Su Jinse didn't even know that he had noticed her a long time ago.
When Su Min left, they were all still young. She was swept under the car with his own eyes, and his eyes were dyed red with blood. At that time, he saw her standing on the roadside. She was still a little girl at that time, stunned.
He stared blankly at his sister lying in front of him covered in blood, with tears hanging in his eyes, trying not to let himself cry.
Ouyang Ye stroked Jinse, who was sleeping like a baby in his arms. He wondered if she still remembered the big brother back then.
He often wondered if she would not be with Yan Jue if he had been by her side at that time.
He just didn't hear from her for half a year, so she followed Yan Jue.
There is no resentment, it is a lie.
Late at night, the man's voice sounded empty and lonely in the room.
"Jinse, I often think that you will always sleep peacefully in my arms until one day we suddenly grow old. Maybe you don't love me, and I don't love you that much. We are just family members."
"Sometimes I ask myself if I shouldn't force you like this. When you hold me like a child, and when I disappear, you search the room for me, and call me Aye, then you feel that life is complete.
Don’t hate me, Jinse!”
The shoulders of the person in his arms trembled slightly. Ouyang Ye paused his hands, looked at the sleeping face, and chuckled. This sound became clearer in the middle of the evening.
The weather in Los Angeles is warm all year round, and the sun shines brightly. Spring in March in California is warm and the flowers are blooming. The bright sunshine shines directly on Su Jinse through the glass, with warmth. She stretches out her hand with a dull expression, her palm is shining, and she slowly grasps the beam,
Then she let go tremblingly, and she suddenly smiled.
She had been locked in the room for a long time, and even she herself didn't know if she was what they said was a lunatic. She was confused, foolish, and then she seemed to really go crazy.
"Madam, take medicine."
The servant came in with a glass of warm water and white pills on the tray.
Ever since he discovered that the servants were bullying Jinse that day, Ouyang Ye had replaced all the servants in the castle. Now this one had just arrived, and while he was putting down his plate, he couldn't help but secretly look at Jinse who was standing in front of the window.
She was wearing a white cotton skirt, the hem of which reached over her ankles. It was clean and beautiful. The person in front of the window suddenly moved and slowly turned around. Her eyes were clear and black, cold and thorough, without warmth and without popularity.
No one would have thought that the beautiful woman in front of him would be a madman.
After the servant put down his things, he left.
Su Jinse bent down and picked up the pills on the coffee table, looked at them in her hands, and while there was no one around, she looked out the window, picked up the warm water and drank it all.
Tongtong was right, she was sick, but she had been sick for more than five years.
She was so sick that she didn't know what year it was today. Five years had passed quietly. She was already twenty-seven years old this year. Look what time had left on her.
A damaged body, aging time, who will repay it.
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It was the second time Yan Jue encountered the nanny stealing food, which caught his attention. This time he did not call the nanny, but followed her all the way and saw her bringing the leftovers she had eaten to Ouyang Tongtong in the room.
During dinner, Ouyang Tongtong did not come down to eat, so Ouyang Jingyun asked her nanny to bring dinner to her room.
Yan Jue was busy with work and didn't have much time to stay at home. After not seeing him for a few days, he discovered that Ouyang Tongtong seemed to have lost a lot of weight compared to the past few days, and there were scars on his fair cheeks.
Yan Jue narrowed his eyes, and his long, narrow and deep eyes formed a single line. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he was mostly curious about what was going on in this five-year-old girl's mind.
After the nanny brought the food in, she put it directly in front of Ouyang Tongtong without looking at it. "Miss, the food is cold. Eat it quickly."
The girl raised a pair of clear black and white eyes, looked at her, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the leftovers without saying a word, and started eating in small bites. Her movements were gentle and graceful, and she showed a sense of pride at such a young age. With a noble temperament, she seems to be the princess in distress at this moment.
The reason why she didn't go downstairs to dine was obvious. What Yan Jue was more curious about was that she was Ouyang Ye's daughter. How could she be so tolerant when a little nanny bullied her like this? If it was like this here, how serious could it be in the United States? , does she really dare not, or does she have another hidden agenda?
He still remembered that on the balcony a few days ago in the evening, the girl called him "Uncle" in a crisp voice, and her deep black eyes became darker and darker.
After a long time, Yan Jue turned around and strode away.
Ouyang Ye doesn't care what he does.
That night, the nanny walked out of the room carrying the food that Ouyang Tongtong had finished. She met Yan Jue in the corridor who was not often at home. He gave her a cold look and was so frightened that she almost lost her balance on the dinner plate in her hand. , "Master Jue, when did you come back?"
The man didn't say anything and turned around and went up to the third floor.
The nanny breathed to clear her chest. The look in her eyes just now was so terrifying. The nanny couldn't help but worry whether Yan Jue had discovered something. She couldn't help but feel frightened. When she returned to her room, she was still thinking about what he had done before he left. What did that look mean? If he was discovered, his job would definitely be in jeopardy, and he might even lose his life.
Ouyang Tongtong's room was arranged opposite Ouyang Tianhao, with their doors facing each other. Ouyang Jingyun made this arrangement so that the brother and sister could spend more time together.
But what he didn't know was that Ouyang Tianhao hated this sister very much.
Especially since she was the good-for-nothing daughter who was kicked out of the country by her father. The unpleasantness of their first meeting made the young master hold a grudge. He always wanted to find a lesson to teach him. Yesterday, he finally took the opportunity and bumped into her on the stairs. Ouyang Tongtong, he didn't expect Ouyang Tongtong to be so careless in pushing her. He just exerted a little force and she rolled down the stairs like a piece of tissue paper.
He was so frightened that he ran away in panic, "I, I didn't mean to do it."
During dinner, he did not see Ouyang Tongtong at the dining table. He had been worried that she would complain and was very scared. His expression made Mu Ziqing, who sent her to school in the morning, notice that during her repeated inquiries, Ouyang Tian Hao told Mu Ziqing about pushing Ouyang Tongtong downstairs.
He pulled Mu Ziqing as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Aunt Mu, I didn't mean it. I didn't expect her to be so careless. Don't tell dad about this, okay?"
Mu Ziqing pushed Ouyang Tianhao away a little, and said good-naturedly, "Okay, okay, I understand."
She thought for a moment and asked, "Did you see Tongtong when you got up today?"
Ouyang Tianhao lowered his head, "No."
Probably the girl didn't tell the adults about this, so Mu Ziqing couldn't help but nodded, "Aunt Mu will help you handle this matter, don't be afraid, hurry up and go to school!"
"Aunt Mu, you are so kind. It would be great if you could become my mother." Ouyang Tianhao smiled happily.
He picked up his schoolbag, kissed Mu Ziqing on the cheek, and hurriedly ran into the campus.
Mu Ziqing subconsciously touched the place where she had been kissed, and there was a touch of infinite tenderness in her eyes.